Detective Eyes
Okay, I'm putting my author notes in bold, but this is a Kuroshitsuji fan fiction. Cold Case Files inspired me; Cold Case Files is a show.
I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI!
"Ah, 2012 already. It seems like it's only been a few years since the 19th century, Sebastian."
"I agree." Sebastian nodded to Ciel Phantomhive, the demon that once was the human he was contracted to. They had broken that off long ago, now they are simply one hell of a team. "What crime shall we commit next? Murder, perhaps? Whom shall we take out?" Ciel and Sebastian had recently ended up in America after the British authorities had begun to suspect them. They had disappeared without a trace, leaving the country baffled. They decided to continue their life of crime in America. "Next, we'll take down a rival. Name: Angelina, age: 20, gender: female, location: New York City," Sebastian recited as if he knew the person. Ciel nodded, and they were off.
_In New York City_
A plump woman with a mask on runs into a bank, screaming, "This is a bank robbery! Give me a million dollars!" The people on the inside panicked and children screamed while babies and toddlers cried. The woman pointed a machine gun at the workers as they hastily stuffed money into the bag. "Very good," she said in a bloodthirsty voice. "I won't hurt you." They handed her they money, and she made a move as if to leave, but then said, in the same tone, "No, I won't hurt you. After all, a bullet it the head is painless, correct?" She whipped around and shot every single person in the bank in the head, leaving no witnesses. She left through the basement, but not before taking all the money in the bank.
The police arrived at the bloody crime scene where bits of brain were splattered all over the walls and empty vaults. "It's that masked woman! We still haven't figured out who she was!" yelled the chief of police, but at that precise moment, a radio transmission came in, bearing the shaky voice of the radio operator back at the station.
"Th-there's a c-c-call from someone wh-wh-who k-k-knows…" said the boy as static drowned out his voice. A robotic female voice began to shout error, but she, too, was drowned out by static, then the radio went quiet, and a silky voice of a young man spoke up.
"This is the Immortals," said the man not known to police as Sebastian Michaelis. He was using the name that newspapers and news stations all around the world had dubbed the infamous team. "We have information for you on somebody you have been looking for, and happen to be investigating the crime scene she left in her wake." The chief, Chief Alexander, instantly grabbed the radio microphone and screamed, "Two questions. Who are you, and what information do you have.
"Tsk, tsk, we can't have that. You see, I am…" Sebastian said, leaving his sentence hanging. The chief looked and felt hopeful, as he believed the criminal would really be saying his true identity. "…Simply… one hell of a criminal," Sebastian finished his sentence, causing the chief to die a bit inside. "I do not ever lie. My information is that the woman you are looking for is Angelina Berlini, she is 20 years old, and lives in the mansion nearest to Grand Central Station," Sebastian completed. Chief Alexander knew this; these two were known to evade questions while still talking legitimately. He decided to twist his sentence so that the criminal had to tell him his name if he still wanted to tell the truth.
"Tell me the name that you got when you were born, whether it was made up by your mother or father," the chief smirked. He heard a dark chuckle from the other end as the voice said, "I was not given a name. At birth, that is." The chief rethought his problem. "What is your name that your associates and kin call you?" Another dark chuckle. "What friends and what family?" The chief was getting frustrated, however, the criminal of the two continued. "Miss Angelina is at her house at the moment. You may catch her, but only if you can get there before us." Chief Alexander practically bounced with joy, seeing as he was only a block away from her house. His plan was to kill two birds with one stone, to catch Angelina, and then wait for the more nefarious criminals to get there, then trap and capture them. "Deal, though you must tell me where you are." The criminal was silent, and then he heard a much younger voice saying, "We are heading there from Florida, just leaving now." The chief approved of the deal and shut off the radio. "We'll kill two birds with one stone, boys."
After telling of his plan, the chief took his team to the squad and they drove off. The chief decided they had enough time to set up a camp, so he told his team to do just that. "The two we'll be waiting for will take a while to get here; they're coming from Florida. They even thought they could get here first. I'll be the first to believe their plea for insanity." With that, his guffawing team set to work on the camp. As soon as they were finished, they moved in.
The police were met with a appalling site when they busted the door down. The entire entrance was covered in blood and guts were splayed about. Bodies of a man and woman were on the floor, the woman being Angelina, her mask on her face. In the corner of the room, an amazing mountain of bags filled with paper money was burning as if they were not worth anything. The thing that stood out the most, however, were the two giant words written in blood on the only colorless wall; that was the thing scared the police squad.
TOO LATE.
Ooooooooooooooo… Interesting prologue, eh? I would have been pretty scared, seeing as the people that killed her where all the way in Florida a half an hour before. Anyway, give me feedback, and let me know if you want me to continue. I'll continue even if you don't, but at a VERY slow pace. I believe in giving the fans what they want… or consider yourself dead. So, more reviews = faster paced writing. That's all there is to it.
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